Team Work

So, naturally, being the family that we are, we have some great stories from Disney. It was the best and most stressful trip.



All week the boys were being complete opposites. Tyler only wanted to sit in the stroller, Ethan only wanted to walk (read: be held by an adult while they're walking). They were at each other all week.

*TMI ALERT* I became so stressed with the miniature war we were publicly fighting that my period stopped. Yeah. It was like that. *END ALERT*

So, we decided to take a break form the rest of the family, and take the boys by ourselves to a water park. It was the best day of the entire trip. They were great. We were so happy to see them together without biting one anothers fingers and donkey kicking each other in the gut. So Mike and I pulled up some chairs to the kiddie wave pool and let the mounds of tension slide off. We were hearing yelps every now and then from parents. We would glance and see that our boys were not within a 15 foot radius of the miffed parent. Not our problem we would think when we saw our boys a safe distance away. Boy were we ever wrong.

Our boys had banned together to enduce havoc on the little kiddie pool they now considered their own field of revenge.

They have manned this little duck. Ethan, our youngest was sitting atop of it and was was quite nicely controlling a 30 foot jet stream of water. Tyler, the four year old, was behind the duck swinging it to and fro. So, he was directing the 30 foot water jet. They were aiming for every person over 4 foot 6 inches. And doing quite nicely I might add. They have quite respectable aim for such young kids. The screams and yelps were from poor unsuspecting adults being torrentially drenched by our sons.

I immediately hopped up to go get them and then Mike grabbed my arm. I sat down.

"They are fianlly working as a team. Leave them alone." He says.

I did.

*Vintage Post